From The Times today:
“A woman I know who works in a salon offering massages was tending to a respectable middle-aged man with muscular back pain. As she neared the end of the massage he shyly inquired, in time-honoured fashion, if she did “extras”.
Awkward. She told him categorically, no. But it’s hard to decide which was the more insulting part of his entreaty: the request itself, or the amount he offered for a “happy ending” - a fiver.
The cheek! Does he think it’s 1983? Or has austerity bitten harder than we thought?”
So I ask, what price a happy ending - what would you pay, and how low would you seriously go?